Queens and Crowns (Instrumental)

I held it closely right beside my heart Where you used to be Where you used to be It's just a bottle and all that's left is glass I feel this empty I feel this empty Oh I hate to admit that you're gone Oh I hate to admit that you're gone And I'll lay these words down Like flowers on a grave Play every sound Of every melody we made Of queens & crowns Was it a memory or charade A charade Tomorrow I'll rise Maybe I'll be happier Like I used to be Like I used to be I can't feel anything And it's hiding all my pain Oh I cry out Oh I cry out Oh I hate to admit that you're gone Oh I hate to admit that you're gone And I'll lay these words down Like flowers on a grave Play every sound Of every melody we made Of queens & crowns Was it a memory or charade A charade And I'll lay these words down Like flowers on a grave Play every sound Of every melody we made Of queens & crowns Was it a memory or charade Charade